I'm A Hustler, Baby

I'M GOING TO SEE SIMIAN MOBILE DISCO TONIGHT.

(If you haven't heard them, click here.)

I'm so excited.



We don't have the drugs, but we got the buzz.

D-D-Drunk

I got a job as a bartender recently, and wow, it's been a pretty enlightening and interesting experience. There's nothing like being sober in a room full of drunk people to make you fully realise the adverse effects of extreme drunkenness, ie. idiocy and shame.
I see people who appear perfectly normal at the beginning of the evening turn into something completely different over the course of the night; women with fat bellies rolling their shirts up and dancing with ugly men, guys sexily slurring their way through winning chat up lines, girls shaking it like they're the shiz (when they're not)...
There was even this one girl who came in wearing her PJs, and then proceeded to flirt shamelessly with one of the guy bartenders and a guy who decided it would be a good idea to plop his phone into a pint of beer...and then gave us a £50 tip (I'm not complaining).
But yeah. Weird. Makes me never, ever want to act like that in front of people. Ever.


Although we do get free drinks.
And I make a nice mojito.

Snow

I don't have anything cool, funny or interesting to say about the snow except that it was beautiful and snowball fights are fun up until the point where you can no longer feel your hands.

And I throw like a girl.